Lyrics:
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
bet not Throw The 7 Down,(x2)
I did 6 Years and Came Home,
(6Years In came Home)
This is what I’m made for,
(This is What I’m made for)
Yo bitch Gone
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
(goddamn goblin)
We are not the same, I am a martian
A year ago, I was poor, somewhat
Now my future's brighter than Christopher's new haircut
Bruno
Oh my god, Ronny
Ay, somebody grab him some clippers
His fuckin' beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I
I've been too stuck in my ways
I've been so out of my place
Yeah, I'm a slave
Five hundred years, it's a race
Shackles and buckles with chains
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
or your future will be history
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Verse 3: Maestro]
The Maes, the Maes is smooth and here to soothe you when
MC's lose, he keeps
and
Them hating and them ho niggas
My wrist 30 below niggas
My bitch gotta ho with her that ho
(MayDay, 2 Chainz)
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I
Chase my future son, your legacy has just begun
Couple words of advice, to help you on your run
Educate yourself there's nothing cool about being dumb
Yellow PT Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
(Yeah)
Tell you 'bout my bitch
(Oh-oh, baby)
Some might even say she our bitch
(Yeah)
I don't even trip
(Oh-oh, baby)
(It's you I'm keepin
I hold out hope
But it stalls
Soon, the last curtain falls
A hundred years of past has spoken
All the great warriors
Are sown into history's
to my slow songs,
Fuck her gently.
No-one really knows it,
But me and her we got history.
Learned if you got keep you're bitch,
You best keep her
I seen you've been chattin' with on text?"
Look me in my fuckin' eyes you better answer me little bitch
That's the last thing he said he let her down
history
MBG Blaze
Let them know
Yeah
Hun
I wanna say a big shoutouts to my friends and family
Shoutout to the haters
And the fools
And my enemies
Shoutouts
Yea
Black Lives matter nigga
Ok this hatred runs deep
Understatement of all history
How foolish of we to think we can
Get rid of racism in 80 years
When
the porcelain up for years, said I'm suckin' glass
I beat the DA and the task, now I'm on my ass
Future started yesterday nigga
Every minute feelin'
Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by
obliterating opponents, quit nicotine? It shows in my slowness
Where's your effort to live in better moments?
My maturity grows with me too, it shows by
times and I'll still be here
My old records sell about a half a mil' a year
I say "Bitch get naked" so pimpishly
Spit rhymes through decades and centuries
Gon change up the game
And Put more in the well
My plans for the year
Are clear like 2020 visions
Had to make hard decision
Ended up burning some
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